FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
175 
Snow 
Bound 
The soft edges of the path were cut 
and torn by suspicious claw marks. 
I followed her flight anxiously, 
finding here and there, where the 
snow had been softest, dog tracks 
big and little. The deer was tired 
from long running, apparently; the 
deep holes in the snow, where she 
had broken through the crust, were 
not half the regular distance apart. 
A little way from the path I found 
her cold and stiflf, her throat horribly 
torn by the pack which had run her 
to death. Her hind feet were still 
doubled under her, just as she had 
landed from her last despairing 
jump, when the tired muscles 'J^^^^^^ 
could do no more and she sank 
